When they were in a relationship, Kirsten had told her ex her dirtiest, most secret of secrets: that she loved the old torture stories from the middleages. How she rubbed her own clit in the classroom, secretly from her a hole in her jeanspocket, as the history teacher told stories how witches were often tortured by the pear, stretching their pussies, anusses and mouth, burning them, piercing them on unholy places. She fantasized as a teenager how the witches were stretched out or put on the judascradle, their bodyweight on ther crotch, wideding them, penetrating them. She masturbated on these fantasies.
She told him that she actually came once, as she read an old story in the library about a witch trial in which a stinky executioner had slowly forced his fist in the vagina of a screaming witch, and then use a pair of heated pliers to reach inside a woman’s cunt and rip her uterus out of her as the woman was screaming, shrieking, begging for the pain to stop. And then, how her torturer would burn her womb by putting glowing pliers and needles inside her cervix, burning her uterus, as it was hahing from the female opening, pushing the heated needles and metal rods inside her womb, raping her womb hanging from her vagina. For no reason, other than being a woman. For having a cunt. Oh, it made Kirsje so wet. Even while telling her lover this, she was getting aroused. And she came so hard. She came so incredibly hard, when she'd told him this and he had touched her, slowly rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand nd caressing the sphincter of her anus with his other, while he whispered in her ear that he would make her fantasy come true, would do this to her if she ever left him. Oh God, yes, Kirsten came so hard.
Yet, somehow, she had never imagined that he really meant it. So, after a couple of months, she cheated on her ex and left him for another man. And now, all of her fantasy would come reality.
He would make her fantasy come true, in every, horrific, agonizing detail...